She asked me what I write, what I read, and about my adventures. We talked about the places we visited, the common books we read. She asked me about m... writings. Finally, I confessed my interest in sex stories, and I am an author of sex stories. There was no reply, and I thought Anjali would block me.A couple of days passed, and there was no reply. Finally, one evening she messaged, “Can you share with me a story you wrote?” I was relieved at least she replied. I shared a couple of stories I. Right here..." she slipped the round plastic container beneath me and it had a funny half-funnel shaped thing, " ... this goes here, see? And I'm going to spread your labia for you, Amy, and then you can pee." Uh!" I swallowed hard as the woman did precisely all that and I kind of shivered as I felt her fingers probing and splitting my pussy lips, opening my slit as her bare fingers made a V kind of shape. Wasn't she supposed to wear gloves or something? And when she told me I could start. ”“I can understand the first setting up the second, but the second setting up his first sounds like it has to be a good story.”I took a deep breath, “Okay, first, this was when Nallen was seventeen, there was a girl - also seventeen -, his friend, she was dying.”Mom’s fingertips flew up covering her lips.“She didn’t want to die a virgin. That part’s understandable.”Another nod, “Very understandable. But she was his second lover? What’d she do, get someone to go first to teach him?”I giggled,. ‘Are you know?’ He asked bemused. ‘And how old is this slut?’ ‘Twenty three.’ She said. ‘I’m in – ’ She wanted to say she was in her senior year in college, but then she pressed her lips together. ‘I dropped out of college,’ she said. ‘Way too boring. I need adventure.’ He nodded and brushed a strand of hair back behind her ear. A burst of electricity. Nervous butterflies. Now something would happen. He would kiss her, she would kiss him back. His hand rested at the nape of her neck, while.